When we ran into Johnny's room, I bumped right into Kat. She pulled back and the doctor looked over. "Max! What is it?"
"Blood is thicker than water!" I shouted with Ghost.
"Pardon?" Dr. Saroyan questioned.
"Ah thought it could be an ice bullet," I explained without any breath left from all the running, "but it ain't dense enough. Then Ah thought, 'What's thicker than ice? Blood! If the shooter used the wrong blood type, it'd explain why he keeps flat linin' when it entered his bloodstream!"
Kat beamed and looked to Dr. Saroyan. He nodded, "That would make sense."
Johnny smiled at me. "I trust her judgement."
"Well test your blood and if it proves correct, we'll get you into surgery."
"Yes!" I jumped into Kat's hug and we cheered. I had just saved him.
